[the wolf lifts her head. she is not dreaming, nor subject to dream logic, but she can understand the meaning behinds the sounds that men make. she is the dream reflection of the girl in her head. on the docks, there really is a wolf. the girl dreams what she sees, smells, hears. her raven omen watches.

and he cocks his head, inspecting the man in the form of an owl.]

No, not in a dream. Only the girl is dreaming. The wolf is awake.

[he cocks his head to the other side.]

I suppose she goes where an omen would be, if wolves had omens.